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Month 12; Letter 12

Luke,

Mum gave me some money for Christmas just in case you told me where you were; even though you won't.

Dad got me a run down car he bought from a junk yard, because I'll be going to college soon. The letters came back, and I got accepted.

Except, I won't be going to college soon.

January 10, 2016 is my death date.

You see, Luke, I figured that I either keep living the way I am, or end it all. I was so tired of checking my phone every morning for you and sending you a text every night.

But I still had that small hope that you would come home. I eventually realized you never would.

I loved you Luke and I still do. Not as a bro-mance love but another love. It's still here, but I gave up.

I love you Luke.

I'm sorry.

Love,
Michael

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